DW 1 Part 2

“Heuk…! Uhh… uh! …Aah…”

Used needles were scattered on the floor. The last time I saw him, his hair was bright yellow, but today, fingernail-sized black roots were showing at his crown.

“Hyungnim. This bastard is a real tough one. He bit his tongue as soon as we injected him.”

“The goods?”

“He seems to have gotten rid of Do Wooyeon’s tape. He said Congressman Jang’s is in Hongno, so the guys went to get it.”

The rat was a drug dealer. He knew better than anyone how far drugs could push a person.

So, what was it that he wanted to protect, even knowing he was going to die?

“Bring him.”

Three guys shoved their dicks into the hole that had no more room. It seemed the needles weren’t only stuck in the rat’s arms. The eyes of those lusting after his limp body were rolled back.

Blood dripped from his torn lips, and his right eye was so mangled the eyeball wasn’t even visible. His nipples were ragged and torn from being savagely bitten. The guy’s entire body, dragged before me with his wrists bound, was a mess of bite marks and cuts.

Blood oozed from the torn flesh over the tattoo that stretched from his neck to the back of his hand. He wasn’t a person, but a piece of meat soaked in semen. His entire body was covered in fluids, making it impossible to discern its original color.

Drugs pushed people to the limit. Cheap drugs even more so. The guy must be floating in a dissociative state, his mind and body separated. Sure enough, his drug-addled eyes were lost in paradise.

His delinquent face, slack and messy, drooled. The corners of his mouth twitched intermittently, letting out little bursts of laughter.

The guy who acted like a monk despite his slutty face was now writhing like a cheap male prostitute.

Fuck, even more than I imagined… it was a face so fucking hot it made my cock throb.

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The cheap drug didn’t last long. Even though they’d stuck four or five needles in me, my consciousness was flickering back. Honestly, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I’d have no excuse if they asked what I was holding on to after babbling under the influence, but… still, I wanted to protect my last shred of pride.

If they tried to stick more needles in me or break me further, I was going to cry and beg, pride be damned. I know… that I’m clinging to useless pride, even here. That I’m stubbornly holding onto a foolish, misplaced sense of dignity.

Even though my life was trash, dealing drugs, I adhered to three rules to avoid losing myself in this abyss.

I didn’t do drugs, I didn’t sell my body, and I didn’t kneel. I tried not to let things get to that point, and even when they did, I held on. That was how I’d lived my life so far.

“Uh, ugh… haa… uh…!”

That’s why it was even harder to endure. The first dose of the drug made me lose control of my body and mind. The first cock that pierced me felt like it was tearing my insides apart. More than anything, I couldn’t stand myself, kneeling before these vermin, taking their cocks.

“Yoon-goon-ah, hyung’s dick is going in. Open your mouth.”

“If I knew you’d like it this much, I should’ve drugged and fucked you sooner, right?”

Neither I nor these bastards were in our right minds. Me, giggling even though my body was wrecked, and them, rubbing their dicks against me as if that’s all they could move.

Sticky semen dripped onto my swollen eyelids, making me tear up. My eyelashes stuck to my eyeballs, stinging. The fluids sprayed all over me aggravated my wounds. My burning hole had long since become numb to the pain.

If I knew I was going to lose my virginity like this, I should’ve swallowed my pride and fucked you, hyung. I regret my foolish pride.

The cocks pounding into my hole had already doubled since I regained consciousness. I felt another slimy piece of flesh join the others, stretching my hole to its limit and thrusting relentlessly inside.

I wasn’t a living person to them anyway. I was a body soon to be dead, and these vermin probably figured they might as well fuck a walking corpse before killing it.

So, whether they put two cocks, three cocks, or fucked me to death, they didn’t care about my well-being.

The third cock pressed hard against my hole. Even though I was going to die soon anyway, my body tensed in refusal.

Noticing I’d regained consciousness, they brought another needle. If I took that, I wouldn’t be able to hold on to my sanity. The needle touched the dark red, bloody hole in my arm. Then, someone grabbed my broken wrist and dragged me across the floor.

Whether it was good luck or bad…

I felt a presence over my prone body. I wanted to lift my head and see who it was, but I couldn’t muster the strength. As the drug wore off, pain shot through my body, pounding in my head.

Someone lifted the back of my head. My forcefully bent neck hurt like hell. My vision was blurred with blood and semen. I blinked a few times, and through my still-intact left eye, I saw the man.

“So fucking hot.”

I’d worked under this man for over five years. I wasn’t one of his so-called “family,” but I often helped him with his work.

“I’m in a fucking foul mood right now. So you better answer me properly. Understand?”

Lee Pyeonghwa.

The man usually called Director Lee was named Lee Pyeonghwa. Unlike his name, which meant peace, the man was at the heart of the underworld war, cleaning up after the higher-ups.

Director Lee had helped me quite a bit. That’s why I felt so guilty when I went crazy over Do Wooyeon and stole the tape. Guilty enough to feel remorse.

“First. Did you really get rid of Do Wooyeon’s tape?”

“…I… told you… I did…”

The man put my head down and stroked the back of my head. I flinched, wondering when that hand would crush my skull. He leaned in close enough for me to hear his breath. It felt like his lips were right behind my head.

“Second, you weren’t fucking Do Wooyeon, were you?”

The unexpected question took my breath away. It was a trivial, ridiculous question, but I couldn’t answer. Because there was no answer.

What was my relationship with Do Wooyeon?

Do Wooyeon and I just shared cigarettes, and happened to go to the ocean. I don’t even have his contact information. We never even had the most common of sex. Do Wooyeon and I were just… a passing encounter. That’s all.

“Answer me. Are you Do Wooyeon’s lover?”

Lover.

Bullshit. How could we be lovers? What did we even do? Really, what did we even do…? We weren’t dating, we weren’t fucking, we were absolutely nothing.

Then why the fuck am I here like this?

I couldn’t say it, even if I died. This was my last shred of pride. The truth must be covered with a lie. The more absurd the lie, the more effective.

“…Fuck… I told you… no… you fucking… retard.”

I mustered all my strength, sat up, and spat bloody saliva at him. A sticky clot of blood clung to his clean tie and dripped down.

“This crazy fucker—!”

The thug watching from beside the man slammed the back of my head. As I fell to the floor, I thought: There was nothing more embarrassing than liking Do Wooyeon. No one could ever find out.

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